Drunk With Balthy:

FINALLY got my inspiration for a Balthadean fic!

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Balthazar takes advantage of a very drunk and tired Dean. ^-^

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Dean rolled over in the bed, his head pounded ferociously as the room around him spun. He blinked rapidly, trying to focus on his surroundings. Gabriel had shown up the previous day with half of the million dollars he owed him and Dean was ecstatic because he didn't really believe Gabriel would follow up on it. So with all of that money he received from Gabriel, he took advantage of it and rewarded himself with the honeymoon suite. He didn't care about the look the receptionist gave him when she saw he was alone.

He climbed out of the bed, the room spinning around him as he walked over to the hot tub that sat in the corner of the room, complete with a full mini bar. He glanced down at his body, clad in only boxers and shrugged, deciding to slide in.

He hissed slightly at the hot temperature of the water but his body adjusted fairly quickly and he began to fiddle with the knobs, turning on the jets and bubbles. He let out a long moan as the jets began to press into the perfect places in his body, massaging him. He leaned forward to pour himself a full glass of Jack Daniels then relaxed back into the tub.

He closed his eyes as he enveloped into the feel, lifting his hand occasionally to swig down the JD. He was beyond plastered and he smiled at that. He hadn't had so much to drink in a very long time.

He was so at ease that he didn't even notice another presence in the room…or the tub to be exact.

Balthazar sat comfortable in the hot tub, his wings halfway in the water, the jets massaging them in ways he didn't know was possible. He let out a small groan which caused Dean to snap his eyes open.

"What the hell, Balthazar!" he hissed, his heart pounding and the room spinning some more. His eyes landed on the wings in the tub though. They were partially in the water and the other feathers hung over the sides of the tub, radiating in waves of wondrous colors of amber, gold and jade. Dean felt enchanted by them, especially in his state of mind.

He blinked and shook out the thoughts. He turned his eyes to meet Balthazar's icy soft blue gaze. Dean felt his stomach twist at the look of pure relaxation in the angel. He smiled, despite the irritation he always felt with this particular angel.

"Can you please leave?" Dean asked, his mind wanting him to go but his body was saying something else. Damn, this was bad…when he gets drunk like this, it never ends up well…or it ends up too well, whichever way you want to look at it.

A grin crept up Balthazar's lips and that made Dean's stomach warm. Those eyes were so damn pretty. He almost snorted a laugh at that thought.

"I think I should stay…perhaps this hot tub will fry my wings extra crispy for you," Balthazar smirked, leaning further back and pouring himself a glass of scotch. He sipped it and Dean's body lit when he felt the water somehow become warmer…it felt as though tingling euphoria was seeping into his skin through the water. He couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped his lips.

Balthazar smiled as he pushed his grace through the water, causing the drunken Winchester to stir in the warmth. He slowly curled his wing around the hunter and closed his own eyes at the contact. He felt jealous that Dean touched everyone else's wings but his. He needed the contact and this was the perfect time to get just that.

Dean slowly pushed himself into the warm embrace that enveloped him. He opened his eyes to see that the warmth was Balthazar's wings. He had yet to feel those wings yet and he was intrigued. He took a deep breath as he slowly slid his fingers into some of the feathers.

He was instantly impaled with an array of emotions that caused his heart to beat erratically. He could feel joy, contentment, love and lust and more that Dean couldn't comprehend in his drunken state of mind. Balthazar's presence felt rebellious with a hint of danger and it made Dean's blood stir in a pleasant way.

Before he realized what he was doing, he was suddenly right beside Balthazar, reaching his hand to catch the feathers closest to his back so he could get a feel of this angel.

Balthazar leaned his head back and let out a long moan as Dean caressed his most sensitive feathers. If he had known it was so easy to get this, he would have tried it a long time ago.

He wondered where Castiel was…he knew that Cassie would kill him if he saw this. At the moment though, Balthazar shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind and slowly trailed his fingers along Dean's collarbone, absorbing the soft skin.

Dean felt a sense of lust inside of him at the feel of Balthazar's skin on his and even though his mind was screaming not to do this, his body was winning over. He closed his eyes and curled closer to the angel. He leaned into Balthazar's bare chest before pushing their lips together.

Balthazar's body lit like a flame in the darkness when he felt the hunter's lips on his own; that, along with the wing touching was causing him to lose control. He immediately wrapped his arms around the hunter and deepened the kiss, relishing in the bittersweet taste.

He quickly pulled Dean into his lap so that the hunter was straddling him. He closed his eyes and let his wings curl closer around them as Dean moved to his neck, sliding his tongue and nibbling softly. His blood was stirring inside of him when Dean caressed the sensitive feathers that Balthazar didn't even know he had.

Dean was drunk…very very drunk and he knew that. He knew he wouldn't be doing this with Balthazar if he wasn't. Somewhere, back in his mind, was screaming that it would hurt Castiel. He didn't want to hurt his angel. With all of the willpower he could muster from his mind, he pulled away from Balthazar.

Balthazar opened his eyes when he felt the warm body pull away from him. He frowned slightly when Dean pulled away, leaving his wings twitching for more.

Dean leaned back on the other side of the tub, his body screaming for more contact and his mind screaming it was wrong. He grabbed his full glass of whiskey from the bar and chugged it in just a few gulps. His body felt numb and his head was spinning. The hot tub did nothing but make him more drunk, the alcohol effects speeding up as the steam opened his pores.

Balthazar watched Dean as he chugged another glass of whiskey. He silently wondered if the human would get alcohol poisoning. He stared at those glossy green eyes that darted around the room drunkenly. Balthazar took a deep breath before climbing to the other side of the tub beside Dean.

Dean closed his eyes when he felt the body touch his. He clenched his hands into fists by his side to refrain from losing control and taking Balthazar for everything he had. What was he thinking? For one…it's friggen Balthazar. Two…Castiel would be so upset…he didn't want that.

"Balthazarrr…" Dean slurred "Pleasego."

Balthazar grinned as he slowly slid his hand down the hunter's body before rubbing in a certain spot.

Dean's eyes popped open at the friction and that was when he lost it. His muscles coiled before he jumped up, shoving Balthazar against the other side of the tub and climbing on top of him. He pushed his hips against the angel's as his mouth crashed to his in a hungry kiss. His head spun as Balthazar kissed him with such perfection…he was like an expert at is.

Dean trailed his arms around the angel's body, entwining his fingers with those ultra-soft and tingling feathers.

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Castiel had just gotten done talking to Bobby, who told him where Dean was. He smiled at the idea of Dean in a suite when he normally just sleeps in shabby old motel rooms. He closed his eyes and flew off to the room.

He froze when he opened his eyes. He literally could not speak for a moment as he stared at Dean in the hot tub with Balthazar, kissing him and touching his wings. He didn't know who to be angrier with…Balthazar or Dean.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his voice but it came out surprisingly dark "Dean, what are you doing?"

Dean froze when he heard the poison in his angel's voice. His heart skipped a beat before racing against his ribcage.

Balthazar's eyes widened for a moment before he just vanished, leaving with that warmth that was in the tub. Dean suddenly felt cold despite the heat rising in his cheeks. He turned his eyes to meet fiery electric blue and he knew he should be afraid but the alcohol consumption left him almost grinning at the anger on Castiel. He looked like a severely pissed off puppy dog.

"What were you doing?" Castiel asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Dean pressed his lips together to hide a smirk but it was no use "Um…what did it look like I was doing?" he asked.

Dean's heart skipped a beat when Castiel's wings suddenly shot out. They were long and arched, the ends of the feathers pointed and the colors flushing deep dark reds and fiery oranges. It was that moment he realized just how bad this was. "Cas...I'm sorry…I don't know why I did it."

Castiel didn't say a word as he glared at Dean. He could see the glaze in the hunter's eyes and he could smell the alcohol protruding from his breath as he spoke.

Dean suddenly felt like an ant beneath Castiel's glare and he started to slowly sink into the water to hide his face. He gasped when he was pulled out by his arm and placed onto the floor. Goosebumps instantly prickled across his entire body from the temperature difference; warm, steaming water to icy cold AC.

"Why did you do it?" Castiel asked, now more curious than anything. He was almost positive that Dean and Balthazar did not like each other one bit.

Dean shivered and glanced around for a towel but lost all thoughts when he was met by Castiel's gaze "I-I really have no idea. I was just sitting in the tub drinking and he just showed up. I wasn't thinking clearly."

Dean didn't think it was possible but Castiel's wings darkened even further and his eyes were glowing in white hot anger. "Balthazar," Castiel growled through clenched teeth.

Dean took that moment of Castiel's distraction to grab his glass from the edge of the hot tub. He needed a drink bad. He lifted it to his lips and yelped out in surprise when it shattered in his hand, sending shards of glass to sprinkle his cheeks and whiskey to spurt into his eyes.

He winced and rubbed his eyes, realizing too late that was a mistake. He could feel a chip of glass slice his eyeball. He groaned out in pain as he tried to open his eyes. He managed one but the other was pure darkness. He glanced at his fist to see blood. Now he was heated. He whirled around and noticed that all of the lights in the room were shattered and the floor was coated in broken glass and alcohol.

He could barely make out the glow of Castiel's wings through his one eye "Dammit Cas," he snapped "You just effing blinded me in one eye you prick."

Castiel instantly felt bad. He didn't mean to lose control like that…he was just so mad that Balthazar would take advantage of Dean like that. He knew how human males reacted when they have large quantities of alcohol and Dean was indeed very drunk.

Dean backed up when he noticed the angel walking towards him "Get the hell away from me."

"I just want to heal you," Castiel said, his voice still firm. He closed the space and touched two fingers to Dean's forehead. He then used his grace to fix the lights in the room.

Dean was now completely sober but he was still freezing. He ground his teeth as he pushed past the angel to grab a towel.

Castiel watched and now noticed how Dean was soaked in water, the hairs on his body standing tall. He slowly walked over as Dean opened the closet in search for a towel.

Dean froze when he felt warm, silky wings close over his body. In an instant, he was dry and no longer shivering. He spun around to close his arms around his angel. He felt horrible for what he just did with Balthazar and damn he was going to have a word with that feathery little assbutt when he got the chance.

For now, he wanted to make it up to Castiel. He felt a pang inside when Castiel pushed him away slightly.

"Cas, I'm sorry," Dean said sincerely "It'll never happen again."

Castiel's blue eyes grazed over him "I must go," he said firmly before soaring off in a flurry of feathers.

Dean groaned as he fell onto the bed, his mind reeling back to what he did with Balthazar. At the time, in his state of mind, it seemed very reasonable. Now with his sober mind, he felt strange about getting physical with the angel he might actually dislike more than Gabriel.

The most important thing on his mind was Castiel…his sweet, innocent little angel. He couldn't believe he did that. He felt horrible but the thought of what Cas might do to Balthazar made him feel a little bit better. He knew for a fact, Castiel was going to be mad at him for a while but he brushed off those particular thoughts and closed his eyes. He would wait…and he would do whatever he could to make up for it.

Sorry not so much Destiel in this one but I would just have LOVED to see Balthazar and Dean in the hot tub together. ^_^. Please leave a review…it would be nice. Let me know what you think of this pairing, even if it seemed to be kind of one-sided. hehe